Hello love,

To my future love anywhere you are, I write the throbbings of a wondering heart. Do you remember several years back when we were about making our entrance into this world? We sat in the sand of a beach in heaven watching the parabola ecstasy of the dolphins in the tides of that crystal sea. That was where I told you I will soon be leaving heaven for earth. I saw those clouds gathered in your eyes as I break the "bad" news but you couldn't stop me, my mind was made up. But you also said you're gonna join me here if I didn't change my mind and eventually leave heaven. But that was the last time we saw because I checked out of heaven that very evening.

It took me nine months to get here and journey was pretty cool. However, right there in the darkness of my mother's womb, I couldn't write you any letter and I also forgot  you and my heavenly home. Was preoccupied with what the world really look like. Nevertheless, the strangeness of this side of eternity pierces my heart at first sight and I gave my first infant cry. Got busy with ascending the socio-economic but culturally constructed ladder and I soon forgot all about you and the beautiful life we once shared in the azure realm above. Yeah, I'm sorry I did.

Now, I'm beginning to think that someday, I might need to find you. Anywhere you are, maybe a million miles away or more, as you read this through your mind, just be fine. You've always promised me in heaven to be fine, right? Just calm down, give a sigh of relief and look into the thin lines of your heart, there lies the unseen volumes of my love written in endless pages. Look into the vastness of the sky, try count the stars. If you can't, come with me then to the sea, count every single grain of sand in the beach. If you still can't count, come with me to the field and count every single blade of grass but if you can't count, then you can't count the measure of my love for you. But stay where you are, you know I will find you somehow, someway somewhere someday. It may be years and many years from now but we promised to meet at the crossroad where we shall never part again. But till then, take good care of yourself.

Yours faithfully,
Oloyede

A Letter to My Future First Child.

Hello my young one,

You seems to enjoy the bliss of the yonder realm so much that I saw you yestermight running in the lawn of the sky. Let my words sail to you in the yacht of silence, in the chariot of thoughts, and in the mystery of the wind. I know your world is beautiful, so also is mine, just that not many would believe here that you will see or even read this letter. Such is the shallowness of our world for we dwell in the mockery of many impossibilities.

However, I'm writing to hint you about mortality and humanity. You see, at this side of eternity, some tears never dry, some broken hearts never mend, some pains never end, some beasts never die. Many homes are ruined, many dreams are shattered, people's hope battered, and joy lynched. Such is the way our world is made and somethings are just like that. The natural beast in man is capable of evils beyond the comprehension of angels and the predictions of the groits. So dear, when you come over here, don't be perplexed to see many nations engulfed in the untamable flame of confusion and selfish individual bound for a catastrophic end.

Nevertheless, I've emancipated myself from the chasm of bondage humanity is plunged into. 've got ma comfort in da King of creation, the ruler of the great generalismo.

Yes,yes, I admit that sometimes I'm scared of the sun going down the western slope. I wonder too about what lies behind the sepulchre and in the darkness of the abyss of death. But I know for sure, the Master of Mystery will keep me safe and those who trust him  through many storms in the hollow of his mighty wings.

Child!

My child, being around for a while, life has taught me a great lesion which you must know aforehand. All our fears, worries, and anxieties are nothing but shadows. They are giant mountains created in the heart by reflections as the sun produces shadows beneath the market tree. But they are mirage that appears real in the distance but vanishes if you dare to defy all doubts and advance.

So dear, fears, tears, worries, and sometimes even failures may cause man endless sorrow, they are the priceless ornaments with which time is adorned. They are the esteem jewels that beautifies our world making the frail stronger, the heart tougher, and the soul brighter reminding us we need God and we need one another.

So to my hero child, I carve for you a path of bravery that defects storms and buffeting wind. Climb the mountains, cross the rivers, saunter in the wood. Conquer the land, conquer the sea, for yours is a noble birth.

Yours Committedly,
Emmanuel.